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Dec 2009
Society, the people's forum
Where they learn about the rules and
Meet each other, understand the game
That they play every moment
They each introduce themselves
As one who abides by the social law
And convene in larger numbers
With those who are very much the same

They chit and chat and shoot the ****
They liff and laugh and moot on it
But what of those who aren't a part of it?
Simply because they just don't fit?
This is learned at a young age,
From our childhoods, life's book's first page
Rippling, growing, til' it reaches a stage
Until you're all alone, trapped in your head's cage

And God can't play the shepherd to the sheep
Can't bring you back to the flock
You're tired, worn, can't breathe or sleep
You age faster than the clock
The paranoia inside your mind grows strong
You're anti-social, not after long
Sideways thinking, upside down
A kingdom of one, you bear the crown

Psychotic sins and torture played
Thanatos and Eros, pleasure forbidden
More real to oneself, to the others, one fades
And appeals to oneself to make it all forgiven
In the social circus, in your own ring
Universes you ponder, death songs you sing
You recluse your mind, lost without intent to be found
For solitary freedom bests being amongst company, bound.
Bassam
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Bassam  Greater Toronto Area
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